Funny Scenes From Home Alone Novels & Stories

It seemed as though the alpha found the entire situation hilarious as he double-over to his side, laughing his heart out whilst receiving an incredulous look from his wife-to-be. It took the alpha a flat three minutes to calm himself down and by the time he was chuckling under his breath, tears had pooled at the corner of his eyes. “Oh god, that was the hardest laugh I had ever done. I am sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you, Skye. The bantering between the two of you just reminded me of me and my sister when we were young.”

I imagine myself shaking her by the hair, and again, I remember my aunt throwing the secretary out the door. “Of course, what I've never been able to forget, and sometimes I laugh alone in the street like a crazy person, was the time we tied everyone's shoelaces to the dining room, and when they got up, they went face-first into each other; that was the top.” The blonde grabbed her little belly as if she were going to pee. “It wasn't so funny when my grandfather beat me to a pulp.” Angelo rubbed his tail, making a funny face. It was impossible for me to hold back a laugh.

Aiden just gave her a look like he didn’t really think it was funny which made Alys start giggling, his look then changed to confusion which only made her laugh that much harder. “What is so funny?” Aiden asked her, and she started to laugh so much she snorted which then caused Aiden to chuckle. Alys was laughing so hard by now that tears where starting to stream down her face and her sides were hurting, the look on Aiden’s face wasn’t helping, it looked like he didn’t know whether or not to laugh with her or be concerned that he had tossed her over the edge of sanity. By the time Alys calmed down she had given herself the hiccups. She wiped her eyes and her mom handed her a cup of green tea

He froze, struck dumb, his pupils dilated in utter shock. The truth, heavy as a sledgehammer, shattered every one of his ridiculous fantasies. His father, trembling with rage, pointed a shaking finger at his disgraceful son and let out a desperate roar. “Open your damn eyes and look! Four years ago, Harper became the owner of this estate! Harper is the true Luna of this manor… which makes her your aunt!”

Another tear slid down his cheek. Mason's lobster... was accidentally split in half. The room fell into a painfully awkward silence. I felt like I was standing under a spotlight, roasting alive. After about ten seconds, I forced a laugh. "Alpha sure likes to joke after work." Everyone finally snapped out of it. Someone picked up the potato, someone wiped a tear, someone stared at the poor lobster like it had personally betrayed them. Kane jumped in to help. "Yeah, our Alpha likes teasing people when he's in a good mood."

Winona stared at me in disbelief. “How is that possible? You’re my husband.” I smirked mockingly. “I already said I wanted a divorce. Sign the divorce papers immediately. After that, do whatever you like. You can even marry him if that is your wish.” Winona stood still, studying me as if she no longer recognized me. “Are you really going to keep this up?” Seeing my cold, detached expression, she let out a few derisive laughs before turning and leaving without another word.

I tighten my fists, preparing for his next attack. This time, he charges with determination. He’s definitely not going easy on me. I block his attack and lift my right elbow, using it to hit him—somewhat lightly—in the face. A little bit of blood drips from his nose. “Right in the schnozz!” he shouts. I burst out laughing, remembering the time we watched that Home Alone movie together with my brother all those years ago. It feels like yesterday Caleb used to come visit my home. I’d been like a love-struck puppy, watching him from my bedroom window.

And in that acceptance lay the fragile peace and the hard-earned purpose that would carry them forward. It would not be grand speeches or life-altering miracles that carried them forward. It would be the small, often awkward, sometimes hilarious moments that slowly stitched their lives back together. Abby, for example, who had spent years trying to carry the image of the strong, disciplined eldest brother, became the accidental comedian of the household. One morning, while trying to fix a leaking pipe under the sink, he emerged drenched, soap bubbles in his hair, and a kitchen towel wrapped around his shoulders like a cape. “Behold,” he declared, voice booming with mock grandeur, “Abby the G

"Hhh... don't tell me that you think I'm like a clown, so you think I'm funny." “Ahahaha… yeah… you're like a clown, a vicious clown in bed.” Albern was really annoyed by Harnum's behavior. He tickled his wife's stomach and waist. Harnum continued to laugh, he even shed tears from laughing continuously. Albern suddenly put his body on top of Harnum. “Hmmm… looks like you're deliberately giving me code, huh? "So I can beat you up on the bed again," said Albern. He continued to tickle his wife's waist

“The hell…?” Behind him, Ally burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching her stomach. “Got you! Oh my god, I got you so good!” she wheezed between laughs. Shawn stared at her, bewildered. “Ally… what is this?” “April Fool’s, big bro!” she sang, still giggling. His shoulders dropped dramatically. “Jesus, Ally. That was not funny.” “Oh please,” she grinned, wiping tears from her eyes. “You think what Dad pulled on us last year was funny? The whole fake vacation, making us pack, driving us to the damn airport…?”